let me finish tonight with this. kathleen and i were in boston this week, and i came away with a memory and a fairly deep realization about the human spirit. it's really quite simple, really. we show respect. we honor loss. but the one human act we can all offer equally, silence. that is what i heard as we walked up boylston street to 2 police rail, cutting off even foot traffic from the finish line and the other bombing site from last monday. people have left things there, little things like teddy bears for martin richard and red sox stuff, and all kinds of hand-written messages of regard and devotion. and most of all, the silence. a town that just loves talking sports, politics, mainly sports, just shut it all down out of respect, respect for the dead, to interest wounded, especially the badly wounded. out of respect for this assault on the people. most of all, the people of boston. remember, this same silence in new york after 9/11. i remember riding the j train, the subway up from downtown, and the silence there, the silence that filled the air and spoke so loud.